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So yesterday was filled with yummy veggies and fruit, with some proteins and fats thrown in. I made some compromises that were less than healthy (granola bars), but managed to get some great locally-grown melon, salads, and some nice marinated beans, among other things. This morning I woke up feeling like it was, well, morning,…

Note: I’ve been informed by one or two experts whom I trust that my plan sucks. My basic plan is based on a Weight Watchers model, but I take experts with evidence very seriously, so there may be some serious modifications to this post. –PalMD Obesity is a bad thing. This isn’t a moral judgment.…

If you look to your left, you may notice me paddling a black and white cedar-strip and canvas canoe. I am not about to dump into the water—the “lean” is proper solo canoeing posture. A few years decades back, I was the canoeing director at a Canadian summer camp and taught hundreds of kids how…

Dear Fred: First, I’d like to thank you for guarding the integrity of the swimming pool in my folks’ neighborhood. I know they feel safer because of you. On that proud day twenty years ago, the day they handed you the thin cotton t-shirt with the banded collar and sleeves that reads “Pool Monitor”, who…

Yes, this post is a repeat from long ago, but I was reminded dig it up after reading a piece at a friend’s blog. Thanks for indulging me. –PalMD If Bob Dylan provides the soundtrack for much of my life, then coffee provides the “smelltrack”. I did not start to drink coffee until I was…

I’m not one for long posts on religion, but with the Jewish festival of Pesach (Passover) upon us and Easter rapidly approaching, there are a few things worth noting. Spring festivals have probably been going on since people began planting crops. Easter (and the Passover from which it descended) are both, at their heart, reinterpretations…

My friend Isis wrote today about her immigrant past, and it reminded me a bit about mine, although a generation removed. Last year I wrote a little piece about rediscovering family, and today I’d like tell you a little more detail about their immigration. My grandfather Phil came from a town called Ostrow-Mazowiecka in Poland…

Most of my readers know that I’m a dad, but I don’t write all that much about fatherhood. We have some great bloggers here who talk about being a mommy and the difficulties of being a mom and a scientist. I’d like to add a voice about fatherhood. Every couple and every individual approaches parenthood…